The name itself conveys a kind of food
Conspiring to create a lighter mood,
Contributing sensations to admire
When served in youthful bloom to feed desire.
Profusion is in truth its middle name,
For it will spread as quickly as a flame
From one small spot along a garden wall
In twisting vines, a winding waterfall.
Its broad green leaves are circular and flat
Or nearly so, cupped just enough so that
Fresh rain will fill a silver lake inside.
Its canopy is cool and lush and wide,
Surmounted by bold trumpets overhead
With trailing spurs and blossoms orange-red.

©2016 Michael Fraley

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